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Yuriko Nishinotouin.
Graceful.
Opulent.
Proper.
Considerate.
A sweetheart.
Cunning.
Manipulative.
injudicious.
Sick.
She was prone to illness, mental or physical.
Fragile.
You had to be gentle and patient with her or else she'd shatter, long awaiting the day that someone would find her broken pieces put her back together .
That day never came, though.
Well.
It did.
Yuriko's so-called "savoir", Midari Ikishima tried desperately to find the spots in which each little piece would fit.
They always shattered under her touch.
Midari tried her best, she really did.
But she was too rough.
A loud insanity-ridden person tried to help sooth the mind of of a poised, elegant woman.
Never worked.